A Meaningful Stare

It started unexpectedly.
When he look at me in the eyes.
When he would turn and look at me.
When he would watch me.

He had this dark circles below his eyes.
A captivating dark lenses of Iris.
A beautiful one.
A sort of eyes that would draw you inside.
Pulling you in.
Mixing you in the darkness.
And scattering you away.

He has this phrases that he would say.
Words that you would not know the reason behind.
Like he is a man with a lot of experience.
A man whom I know with a question mark lying above his head.
Unexplainable.
Undefine.
Unknown.
He's not a friend. An acquaintance maybe.
Coincidence brought us together inside a four corner room.
Outside it, were strangers.
We would never greet each other if we ever cross street.
I don't really know why he end up looking at me.
Why he would look straight at me.
From what I understand, the look from him tells me that he wants to know my story. Or maybe not.
He really is such a meddlesome person.
Everytime we would pass each other we would stare.
Usually a second or two, or five. Whatever it be.
We never talk.
We just look at each other like its just the both of us exist.
I tried to talk to him.
Ask.
I tried to compose words in my head that I would say.
But I didn't get the courage to do so it goes on.
Until I realized I should stop this nonsense thing.
I told myself that I would never stare at him again.
That I wouldn't do it again.
But stubborn me, still I do so.
Que Sera Sera..
     What will be..
       What will be..
          The future is not ours to see..
It went on.
But suddenly it stopped.
It just changed.
Like a bubble, it disappeared.
Im such a coward to ask him why because I don't want to hear his reason.
That he may be just playing with me, my feelings, and my heart.
That he's just bored and doesn't know what to do.
That I'm just quite delusional about my feelings.
That he doesn't like me.
In the end, we just went back to the way it was.
Him being strange and mystery to me.
It was like nothing really happened.

Everything was buried in the memories of the past.

Everything was forgotten.
Everything was history.
Everything just end up the way it used to be.
The meaningful stares is still mysterious to me.